Chapter 201 Infiltration

Secret Forest, Gosas Relics.

Outside the ruins of the monastery, a team of five mercenaries passed by the high stone wall. The leading warriors casually glanced at the surrounding ruins and buildings shrouded in night, and kept walking forward without much vigilance and vigilance.

Repeated patrols always make people slack off, especially in the situation where the enemy has become a turtle in the urn.

So he didn't notice that a figure quietly appeared in the ruins after he left.

The prosperous civilization of Gosas has left countless urban buildings. Although most of the houses and statues have been destroyed by the erosion of the years, its basic pattern still exists.

With the help of the shadow of the ruins, Leon silently approached the monastery.

His face was smeared with dark green oil paint, revealing only a pair of deep eyes. He bent down and walked like a civet cat, sweeping from one shadow to another.

The black magic dragon python armor made him as unpredictable as a ghost in the dark. The right action and precise timing made him easily avoid the threat from the arrow tower.

There is an arrow tower built by the human mercenary regiment on the left and right wings of the periphery of the monastery. The archers standing on it can easily find any changes in the surrounding area by relying on the lighting released by the mage.

It is definitely not easy to get close to the monastery from under their eyes.

But Leon seemed to do this easily. He managed to get close to the wall of the monastery, which is the corner of the arrow tower.

Reon has not learned the scouting skills of this world, but in the original world, he used to be an excellent special warrior, and his ability to steal and raid and kill is no worse than anyone else.

But it's not that no one noticed his existence at all. On a ruin hundreds of meters away, the leopard girl Fei Li stared at her blue eyes and tracked the trajectory of Leon's action without blinking.

"I don't think I saw the wrong person, right?" Odnez, who was standing next to him, whispered, "You have to admit that only he can complete this task!"

Although the female archer was very unconvinced and thought she could do as well as Leon, she must admit that Leon was not bragging about the ability he had.

"Well, it's up to you now!" The lion warrior patted his daughter on the shoulder: "The next patrol will come soon."

Pang!

Over the sky of the monastery, another light ball of light bloomed, instantly dispelling the night that had just regained the upper wind, illuminating the range of 100 meters as bright as the day.

The archer standing on the arrow tower naturally turned his head to avoid being illuminated by the dazzling light, which is not a comfortable thing.

After nearly a week of siege, the archers are used to it.

However, what he never expected was that at the moment when he turned his head, the killing crisis suddenly came!

Sing!

A feather arrow flashed through hundreds of steps like lightning, shooting from the bottom to the top of the arrow tower. The arrow body rubbed violently with the air and emitted a low roar, approaching the human archers in the blink of an eye.

The archer instinctively sensed the danger. He turned around in astonishment and tried to judge the source of the danger, but the flying arrow did not give him any chance to dodge at all, and an arrow hit his face!

"Ah! ~”

The archer made a fierce call, and the feather arrow infused with powerful soul power shot in from his left cheek, obliquely running through the whole head. The sharp arrows came out of the top of the skull, flashing with the cold light unique to metal.

The long bow slipped from his hand and his arms waved randomly. His body fell crookedly to the side, hitting the wooden railing, and a heel fell down from the high arrow tower.

Bang! The body hit the ground and made a dull sound.

"Enemy attack!"

not far away, the camp of the mercenary regiment suddenly exploded, and the nearby patrol team rushed to the place where the accident happened, and the horn of the police sounded.

"The enemy is over there!"

The archer on another arrow tower found the source of the attack. He roared angrily and rolled up his long bow in that direction.

Wow!

Another sharp arrow came and attacked the archer.

This arrow came very strangely. Its speed was not very fast. With red fireworks, the arrow pulled out a long eye-catching trajectory in the air.

The archer immediately recognized the origin of the arrow and screamed, "Magic arrow!"

But he was on the arrow tower, neither protected by the mage's shield, nor did he have enough place to hide, so he could only watch the rocket hit the wooden frame under his feet.

Boom!

The impact of the arrow and the thick wood immediately exploded, and the supporting wood immediately exploded to pieces. The whole rough arrow tower made a creepy cracking sound and slowly fell to one side.

The flame from the explosion quickly ignited the dry rattan that tied the wooden frame, and the archer on it grabbed the railing in horror and hit the ground with the arrow tower.

"The enemy is over there, kill it!"

Pang! Pon!

The mages of the mercenary regiment hurriedly released several lighting techniques to expand the scope of the lighting to the ruins behind the monastery, and the warriors immediately found traces of the enemy in the distance.

The two mercenary teams immediately shouted and rushed over, and the enemy's successful raid made them furious.

When the arrow tower fell on the ground and fell to pieces, and the mercenary camp was in chaos, Leon, lurking in the corner of the monastery, immediately began to act.

He quickly took out the rope with cable claws from his bag, grabbed the hook claws with one hand and suddenly threw them up.

The hook claws swept across the wall of the monastery with a long rope. Leon grabbed the rope and pulled it hard, and the bouncing iron claws firmly hooked the wall.

With the help of a hook rope, Leon climbed over the wall as fast as possible and jumped into the monastery.

The building of this monastery is still quite well preserved. The relief statue can also be clearly seen on the blue-black church-style building. The pointed tower is like a gun forest piercing the sky, solemnity with the vicissitudes of time.

Looking inside from the window opened by the hole, there was no light in the dark, and the surrounding ground was full of blood stains after the fierce battle, as well as some abandoned broken weapons and arrows.

The mercenaries were just surrounded outside and did not enter inside.

This undoubtedly greatly facilitated Leon's operation. He could enter the building of the monastery without scruples, and the infiltration operation can be said to be a success.

But before contacting the Banga tribe, Leon still dived very carefully towards the main gate and slowly entered the hall shrouded in darkness.

As soon as he entered the hall of the monastery, Leon immediately realized that something was wrong.

There is a breath of danger in the darkness, as if some fierce beast is quietly lurking in the corner, waiting for the appearance of prey.

Sing! Sing! Sing!

The trembling of the bow strings was as dense as a storm, and dozens of sharp arrows shot at Rayon from different directions, making a hissing sound like a poisonous snake spitting a letter.

Leon suddenly stopped and raised his arms to cross his face. He was not afraid of these strong bows without special power. The soul armor of the body was enough to form a complete defense.

But he clearly felt that there was a powerful presence in front of him. Although his eyes could not see it, his blood-derive intuition told Leon that it was definitely a threat that could kill him!

"Kasuonda, Gutraronis!"

When the sharp arrows hit him one after another, Leon shouted in a low voice, and the voice echoed in the huge monastery hall.

As soon as his words fell, the silence returned to the hall, and no bows and arrows continued to shoot.

After a while, another voice sounded: "Nichaion Kuis, Surada?"

"I don't know what you're talking about..." Leon put down his arms and said, "I don't know if you can understand the lingua franca of the mainland. What I said just now was a secret word that Mr. Gongo asked me to contact you. I'm a Bimon orc mercenary from the barbarian fortress to rescue your Banga tribe!"

Before sneaking into the monastery, Leon asked Gongo how to replace the trust of the Banga tribe. You should know that the other party was holding an ancient sacred weapon in his hand and blocking a mercenary regiment out. If he rushed in and was attacked, it would be really unfair.

The first paragraph he said was the color language he learned and sold now, and he didn't know what it meant.

However, this sentence obviously worked, at least the existence that made Leon extremely afraid did not attack.

Suddenly, a fist-sized flame appeared in front of Leon, and the orange flame cut through the darkness to illuminate the hall, allowing Leon to see the situation inside.

The main building hall of this monastery is very large. The flat ground is full of dust, and the surrounding walls are full of exquisite reliefs. Even after thousands of years, it is still lifelike.

The arched dome is towering and magnificent, and four angel-like statues hang on it, as if they are coming to the world, looking mysterious under the hazy flame.

More than a dozen soldiers with long bows stood in the innermost position of the hall. Behind them was a closed door, which was obviously the place they wanted to guard.

These soldiers are all vigorous in shape, with dark skin and strong expression. Looking at Leon, most of them are surprised and vigilant. There is no doubt that they are the León looking for.

A burning ball was thrown in the middle of both sides. The other party was obviously very careful, worried that holding the fire in his hand would become the target of a sneak attack.

"Are you a mercenary from the barbarian fortress? Did Brother Gongo ask you to come? A young lustful warrior came out and stared at Leon: "What evidence do you have to prove it?"

The mainland lingua franca of this colored warrior was not standard, but Leon didn't care. Most of his attention was attracted by the pair of arm guards worn on the opponent's arm.

(to be continued)